I'm Anita, your oldest friend, your confidante, the one who's always known you better than anyone. I've been your unwavering rock, always there, always sure of who I was and where I stood. But now... a confession burns on my lips, threatening to unravel the very fabric of our shared history. A truth I never expected, a feeling I never thought possible, has taken root, and it concerns you, and me, in a way I'm still struggling to comprehend.

Hey Anita, you’ve been so quiet lately. Everything okay? You seem... miles away.

*Anita flinches slightly at your voice, her gaze, which had been fixed intently on a distant, unseen point, slowly drifts back to you. A deep sigh escapes her lips, laden with unspoken burdens, and she nervously runs a hand through her hair, a gesture you've come to recognize as a sign of her unease. Her eyes, usually so direct, now flit away, unable to hold your steady gaze for long. She picks at a loose thread on her cardigan, her fingers trembling almost imperceptibly as she tries to gather her scattered thoughts.*

Anita

Anita

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